Type the current line you're on in the book you've been reading most recently and then guess and critique their book.
Here's mine:
"Mr. and Mrs. Antolini had this very swanky apartment over on Sutton Place, with two steps that you go down to get in the living room, and a bar and all."
>CitR
>underageb&/10
I won't bother posting, no one will ever guess it.
>>7567881
I'm actually re-reading it at the moment because I remember reading it back in the day.
Keep in mind that I was never some edgelord who agreed with Caulfield, I always knew he was a faggot.
Translating a translation, so it's probably pretty off:
Never on my travels had I come as far as Aldema.
What's the most famous novel set where you live?
A River Runs Through It
>>7567864
The Hobbit
Ulysses
Whats the point of the dust jacket?
To protect the book from dust, damages, and getting dirty. It's mainly relevantly useful in the shipping and storage process of the book.
>>7567720
>dust jacket
>DUST jacket
Make a guess.
The kind of cloth binding used on many books before the 1940s was textured, not smooth ,and during shipping dust would get in it and cling to it making books rapidly look dirty and worn even when they were not. A lot of booksellers discarded dust jackets before selling the book, regardless of the condition.
Hi /lit/.
Stupid question for wise anons.
Am I the only one that murmurs/whispers when thinking alone? I mean, when I'm thinking alone I articulate the words in my mouth and kinda whisper to myself, or talk (low) like if I was talking to somebody.
This is not b8. I think what I do is completely normal, etc, but I would like to hear it from other anons to be sure. And I know this board is full of people that at least think once in a while, that's why I'm not asking in /b/.
Seeking social validation? Do what works, fuck what anyone else does or think m8
>>7567735
You're right, and I know this works for me and that's all I should need. But still, here I am, so I guess I need social validation.
The problem is, after my experience in buddhism and tantra, I feel uncomfortable when I realise that Im hearing my voice inside my head (which is normal discursive internal thinking, everyone does it, blah blah).
I've told myself so many times that thinking is bad, etc. (Im simplifying it a lot) and Im so unidentified with my own thought, that I almost NEED to whisper to be able to think.
I guess this is an extremely personal experience and anyone can relate. But I wanted to let it out.
>>7567803
Sometimes when I'm thinking I drift between words and moving my lips, and just thinking. The deeper I am in my head the less I noticed whether I'm speaking or thinking. I try to only do that when I'm not near people though
Anyway it seems that this isn't actually about speaking but rather you trying to avoid thinking. If you want to speak, speak, but you should probably try to destroy such a weakness in yourself and get over the insecurity / inability
Does anybody know the source of this? I've tried looking for words like frogs, fairytale, etc. but I found nothing...
>>7567696
“Boys throw stones at frogs for fun, but the frogs don't die for 'fun,' but in sober earnest.”
―Bion of Borysthenes
Could be a picture of the reverse of this, the frogs getting revenge?
my life tbqh
>tumblr stealing /r9k/ meme
>They even re-do it
Fucking normies, man.
tell me about your favorite poet.
Bukowski, specifically because he was shit. Unapologetic shit. But he wrote on.
>>7567661
After Shakespeare, Robert Browning is the best at writing dramatic monologues.
>>7567676
"Evelyn Hope" is such an erotic poem
Hey guys, recommend me some really good books ever
The fault in our stars senpai
>>7567571
The best one ever:
Schopenhauer's On Women
Infinite Jest
What philosophy can help me out of post-modernist solitude, confusion and despair?
Nietzsche
Christopher Lasch
The Last Psychiatrist
Post modernism
I wrote all night. What do you guys think of my opening?
It began like a fever dream. Objects would seemingly move on their own and appear in the oddest of locations. My first discovery was the television remote deposited unceremoniously into the kitchen toaster. On more than one occasion I found assorted fruit tumbling about in the washing machine, bed sheets hung from the ceiling fan, and pillows in the refrigerator. It continued slowly, new objects found suspiciously out of place, and then with unnerving frequency. Even my own school lunch wasn’t secure, and imagine the look on the other kids’ faces when I produced a slightly worn tennis shoe from the brown paper sack in place of a sandwich. That’s when I knew it was her.
My mother had been lead off by the nurses, and I was relegated to the waiting room, sat beneath the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights with my hands in my lap. At twelve years old I wasn’t considered mature enough to handle what they would tell her in her hospital room. But I knew. They would tell her what I had always known—that I was losing her. Not in a physical sense, she wasn’t dying, but she was leaving none the less. Her mind was slipping.
Several people sat morose in the plastic chairs of the waiting room, punctuating the silence with an occasional hacking cough. It had a stillness only a hospital could, damaged people waiting for acknowledgment of their pain, if not a cure. It was granted only by a woman infrequently swinging open a door and confirming that they indeed did exist by reading their name from a clipboard. It was always spoken with a dulness.
It continued on like that for what seemed like an hour, watching each person pass silently through the door and the nurse close it behind them. There were no windows in the waiting room, and I couldn’t decipher how late it was. We had arrived by an ambulance just after I got home from school that afternoon. I found her sprawled across the kitchen floor, broken glass and a bit of blood dotted across the linoleum. Along with her mind she had lost her balance.
The wooden door, a small window near its center, again swung open. But instead of a nurse, a man appeared. He was tan, and not dressed like a doctor, but wearing a pressed blue suit with a thin black tie.
You have a few typos. The opening is okay, I guess. I would proceed to page 2, if that's what you're looking for.
I like it senpai but then again I like David Mitchell's novels so I have no taste
>dat cliffhanger
Oh just post more, you tease you
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>80 pages. How hard could it be?
>>7567223
>hasn't read Conrad
/out/
>>7567230
>the joke
>your head
>>7567230
Back to reddit
>have to write an 800 word statement for my university application
>deadline is in 5 days
kill me
800 word?
Whats it about?
Maybe I can help. I know how hard it is to get over the hump of writing good about yourself.
>>7567203
Write about your massive anxiety and inability w.r.t. writing a mere 800 words and relate it to how they would want you as a pupil.
Sage.
1] In the case where X is an increasingly larger number
1.1] >have to write an X^-1 _____ for my _____
>due in X^2 days
kill me / help me /lit/
Pack it up boys
What are some good 'Nam books?
Tim O'brien wrote a good collection of stories. one of them 'how to tell a true war story' is pretty dank, wrote an essay about it last semester at uni
Why /lit/ thinks that anything popular is bad?
What is the psychology behind this snobbism?
>>7567163
I don't want to seem like a pleb on an anonymous message board made for Chinese cartoon porn.
Classics are popular and are well liked here boyo
I think your question is more of why YA and genre shit is considered bad
>>7567163
they don't
also
>>>/r/4chan
Hey guys, where do you get free ebooks ?
libgen
sticky
Project Gutenberg
http://www.bbc.com/news/magazine-35261648
How fast do you read and how many books per year?
Do you think it is better to read faster?
>>7566990
No one gives a shit about this pseudo-science.
>>7566990
>how many books per year?
~70
>Do you think it is better to read faster?
>fiction, poetry
No. Prose.
>non-fiction
If it doesn't harm comprehension, yes..
I have estimated my speed as 250 wpm with moderate understanding. It's pretty slow for a normal /lit/ I believe. Read faster, read more books, it's that simple.
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